I am sitting at Chabad of the Valley, where I am volunteering this summer. Since I can't work (even though some cash would be hellanice, I mean at 22 who wants to ask dad for some money every time you want to get a bag if chips (not that I eat chips) WAY to go parenthesess in a parentehses. If only I could spell, that would make my life so healthy and fullfilled, well not really.

DAM MONO!! GO AWAY!! RIGHT NOW!! go infect some other poor sap!!

so here I am at chabad, sitting here slapping labels on post cards, sitting here to try and get some kind of a grip on WHERE I stand with my spirituality and I realized, maybe, just maybe, it does not matter.